activa-t Chapter 566 Fatty Mo is crazy
Chapter 566 Fatty Mo is crazy
Chapter 566 Fatty Mo is crazy
Holding the Eastern Championship trophy, return to the locker room.
Zhao Ke received a text message from Qiao Rannuo.
It was a little surprising that Qiao Rannuo was busy in Huaxia, not to mention that it was Huaxia's working hours.
Qiao Rannuo is a non-sticky goblin, she never flirts with Zhao Ke when she is working or studying.
When I opened it, it really wasn't sweet.
Instead work properly:
"Rockets general manager Daryl Morey wants to buy Shane Battier."
"Reject him!"
Zhao Ke replied three words without hesitation.
Sean Battier is one of the three not-for-sale items that Zhao Ke circled, even the most important one.
The current lineup of the Memphis Grizzlies can be called a garbage dump in a garbage dump, with no talent, no potential, and no combat effectiveness.
Battier aside, he's capable, especially on the defensive end.
Moreover, for Huaxia fans, Battier has a special meaning.
It's really the inertia of history. The Rockets have taken a fancy to Battier before Tracy McGrady comes!
Seeing Darrell Morey, Zhao Ke suddenly felt uncomfortable.
With a slap on the forehead, an old event from another timeline came to mind:
Red holes, thugs, twitter…
It's ironic, as the general manager of an NBA team, Fatty Mo, who is 1 meters tall, has never played any basketball. He is only obsessed with mathematics and analysis.
After obtaining an MBA degree from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Fatty Mo founded a sports information consulting company in Chicago that specializes in providing operational data analysis for various professional teams.
This working state continued until 2002 when the Celtics asked him to be the top team.
Fatty Mo’s position in the Boston Celtics is the senior vice president of operations information, but his work has no connection with Celtics general manager Danny Ainge. His job responsibilities mainly include venue operations, risk management, basketball analytics, ticket sales strategy, pricing and technical infrastructure.
Last summer, the cash-strapped Rockets owner Alexander prepared to move the general manager Dawson, who spends money "lavishly", to move his position. He took a fancy to the budget-conscious Daryl Morey.
But Alexander was afraid that the 32-year-old new butler would become a "taken advantage" by the wily general managers of other teams. So before the end of the 2006-07 season, Morey appeared as Dawson's "apprentice".
In fact, many of the decisions were made by Morey himself, but under the banner of Dawson.
As for Dawson, he has served as a consultant to the Rockets' think tank.
As a consultant, you can ask if you can, and don’t ask if you can’t!
In another timeline, Darrell Morey rose up, and later won the "2017-2018 Best General Manager", and then this guy drifted away, exposing the fox's tail.
That time and space, because of Yao Bi's irreplaceable status.
Even after retiring, thousands of Chinese fans still support the Houston Rockets as their home team. No matter whether their favorite team is the Lakers or the Celtics, the Warriors or the Thunder, it does not prevent them from supporting the Houston Rockets day after day and year after year.
However, as the general manager of such a team, Fatty Mo still did something that hurt the Chinese people!
Zhao Ke rubbed his chin, recalling Fatty Mo's evil deeds.
Is it time to do something?
Adam Silva, who chose to support Fatty Mo, had already been ruined by Zhao Ke, and GG received a lunch box.
With this remaining, can he continue to jump around?
Zhao Ke opened the notebook.
After two years of silence, it's time to let the hacker technology that is more than ten years ahead of this era come out...
The Houston Rockets' season is over.
The players' holidays are coming, it's time to bask in the sun, it's time to go fishing, even Yao Bi has already gone back to Huaxia to prepare for his wedding with Ye Li.
But for the team's successor to the general manager, Daryl Morey, his work has only just begun.
Early in the morning, he showed up at the Toyota Center chewing gum.
However, the black uncle at the door did not greet him with a smile as usual.
Instead, he coughed hard.
Then, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm at Morey's feet.
He was hiding fast.
Otherwise, the mouthful of thick yellow-yellow-green phlegm would probably stick to his trousers.
Morey's stomach churned.
He suppressed the retching and chewed some gum along the way.
Like a conditioned reflex, I glanced at the sticky ball again...
"vomit……"
This time, Morey couldn't hold back.
He couldn't help thinking about the hardness of the phlegm on the ground, it was about the same as chewing gum...
I have to say, Fatty Mo's mind is really amazing!
The black uncle looked at the fat white man squatting on the ground and squirting the mixture of sandwiches and milk with disgust, turned his head and left, and closed the door of the Toyota Center by the way.
Fatty Mo vomited for a while and took a breath.
He couldn't die, he turned his head and glanced at Uncle Hei's gift again.
Then, he vomited out the overnight meal...
Knowing the nausea, he challenged his endurance time and time again.
Sure enough, all the enemies of China are very clear-headed.
An hour later, Fatty Mo stood up while leaning against the wall, his face pale and tottering.
The doors to the Toyota Center were locked.
"Where did the goddamn nigger go?"
Fatty Mo took out his mobile phone, ready to give Uncle Hei, the gatekeeper, a life-threatening chain button.
At this time, he found that there were more than a dozen missed calls in such a short time.
So preoccupied with vomiting, I forgot to mute my phone.
More than a dozen missed calls were from Rockets owner Alexander.
I was about to kill others in a row, but my boss got caught in a row. This feeling is very bad!
Fatty Mo pressed the call back tremblingly.
Just after two rings, Alexander's tyrannical voice popped out:
"Darrell, are you crazy? You scourge, bastard, Ai Sihu, Bichi..."
Fatty Mo was confused and took the receiver away.
Didn't he just not answer the phone? As for getting mad, why is this boss like his girlfriend?
After 5 minutes, Alexander finally had enough of scolding, and then he yelled angrily:
"Delete your shit on twitter, facebook, blog immediately and make a public apology, or no one can save you!"
what twitter?
Never tweeted?
Fatty Mo stroked the back of his head:
"Boss, listen to me..."
Alexander hung up the phone and didn't have time to listen to him. He is really stressed now!
Fatty Mo took out his laptop from the car and logged into Twitter.
The last message on Twitter was sent at [-]:[-] am this morning, with the title:
"NBA, Nigger's Arena"
Fatty Mo's eyes darkened.
He leaned limply against the car, then slid down like a snot.
It was dark for a while.
Picking up the notebook, see the text of the tweet:
NBA arenas should take the ancient Roman Colosseum as a sample.
The white man sat in the box, watching ten black slaves desperately holding the ball on the field...
Fatty Mo's face was ashen.
He is done!
PS: Damn Fatty Mo, go shit!
(End of this chapter)